In honor of my own squashed like a little bug, Mr. Darcy, who bit it on the road outside my house last week, today I give you our first fictional Man Candy character, Mr. Darcy, in his many incarnations.
Frankly, I think this Mr. Darcy thing is evidence that I’m not entirely a girl. Don’t hate me, but I kinda don’t get it. Painful waiting while the guy figures it out just isn’t my style.
Maybe some of my readers can explain Mr. Darcy to me. Use small words and speak slowly because, for some reason, likely something missing in my DNA, I just don’t get it.
But for today, you do, get Mr. Darcy that is.
ETA: I forgot the best Pride and Prejudice is actually Bride and Prejudice. Here the dance scene: